Classic Poem

She's gone!—ah gone!—whilst Gratitude sincere,
Shall weep luxuriant o'er its D ARELL 's bier!
Whilst soft Affection mourns its tend'rest friend,
The child of Poverty her sighs shall blend;
And Youth with Age its falt'ring praise shall join;
Where never Flattery rear'd its hollow shrine.
Blest be the Christian Hope!—each kindness giv'n,
Shall add new lustre to a saint in Heaven.—
Oh! may that thought a lenient balm impart,
And sooth the anguish of each wounded heart!
Since Heaven's eternal promise guards the just,
While pious Hope, with bright unfailing trust,
Shall plant her fairest blossoms in the DUST .